Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.